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Michelle Azaroff

Floating

Do we just stay suspended in time,
Paralyzed in the moment that went wrong?
Like a snowflake falling in the winter,
Not quite reaching the safe, solid ground.
As we think about the moments and the people passing by,
We drift in and out,
Just watching the world instead of being a part of it.
Hollow and drained we float,
But if we’re lucky we grow,
As we get swept up by the wind of our lives.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]